The Choosen One
already naked
estimating time
of arrival suggest
coordinates for my
backyard positioning of
my uncoordinated body
leaving a bit of flexibility
in case of a need for any
slight rearrangements i
might need to make in
deed because this is
poetics not rocket
science and in
fact it's a
landing
not a
launch
i see her
here she
comes
right
there yet
they say
they all
look
the same
but to know
her is to love
her so i know
even though
it's the first
snow of
the year
it's clear
in this
stormy
sky that
that is her
that i see
falling
and that
though she has never
seen one she has all
this time been one
as we all are if we
agree to see our
selves as such
but she may not know
since never seeing
snow that each
flake is never
the same so
each is an
individual
so now standing
all this time still out
standing running down
my check list
naked
backyard
craning neck
outstretched arms
frozen so
statuesque
swooning like
a swan
an ice sculpture
needing just
one small
fixture
my bay
door
mouth
opens
and out
comes
my tongue as far as i can extend
it
sticking out as
a landing strip
for her
star ship
body bound
delicate now
a snowflake
which after
all this
time
she
melts
in my
mouth
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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